DawnPiece3

Hello Rock!

I learned early to look around To take a look and see Hello Stone! Hello Tree!

Hello Rock! Probably the first book mama read to me I don’t remember the book so much Not so much

What I remember is the look on mama's face When she found that book Buried in the boxes With things long forgotten

That look on her face Almost an ache For a little girl Snuggled down tight On her lap each night I can see us I can hear, that old rocking chair

I could see as she remembered, I could here as she remembered, I remembered

The book The chair The tickle The silent prayer

Just one more time

The book The chair The tickle The silent prayer Hello Rock!

//D. Pickens// //Dawn--This is beautiful! I love, love, love the 3rd and 4th stanzas!--Nancy// //Meg - I really found this to be a wistful poem, quite touching, when you read aloud to us. I wanted to hear the word, "us" at the end of "I can see" It may be a rhythm thing in my ear.//

On her lap each night I can see us I can hear The creaking old rocking chair

This poem is really well-written! Take a look at stanza 5 - maybe you should "remember" now as she "remembered." Something like: I could see as she remembered, I remember as she remembered -Monica

Dawn, again you have incredible voice. I especially love the intermittent rhymes throughout the stanzas.--Adrienne